summary: dan calls himself daddy, and phil finds out dan has a pain kink
warnings: blood, degradation, pain kink, ddlb, swearing just general kinky shit
a/n: this is probably shit but oh well
“yes! daddy wins! daddy’s the best!” dan giggled as that round ended.
“stop calling yourself daddy it’s weird!” phil said jokingly as they continued the game. after the game ended, and they shut off the camera, phil turned to dan with a soft smirk on his face.
“really dan? daddy? a little bit of a stretch for you, don’t you think?” he asked as he settled a hand on dans thigh, squeezing gently.
“yeah i was just immersed in the game phil it was nothing!” dan replied nervously, his cock twitching from phil’s hand on his leg.
phil nodded. “good, because we both know who’s daddy here, don’t we baby boy?”
dan whimpered and bit his lip, trying to contain himself. phil stood up and placed his hands on each of dans armrests, looking at dan sharply. “ i asked you a question, so answer me properly.”
“well, i don’t know, i think that i could probably dom you,” dan mused.
“oh really? that’s a good joke, dan,” phil scoffed.
“i mean, you’re not even that good of a dom anyways, you barely even make me hard sometimes,” dan stated.
phil furrowed his brows. “i know you like it. stop lying.”
“oh i’m not lying. maybe i just need to find someone else. someone who can actually dom me well. you can barely even control me.” dan examined his nails nonchalantly. “i mean, you’re a bit of a wimp.”
phil growled low in his throat, bringing his hand back and slapping dan across the face, the contact creating a loud sound that reverberated throughout their office.
phil widened his eyes in horror. “oh god dan i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to, it was an accident!”
dan groaned at the impact, a harsh red already blooming on his cheek. “more,” he said breathily.
phil gasped. “jesus, dan, you kinky shit.”
“please, phil, just hit me again,” dan asked.
“um, okay,” phil complied and brought his hand down again, creating the same result as last time: a loud, low moan from dan.
“oh you like that, don’t you?” phil asked, his mind beginning to become more and more dominant. “you just wanted to get a rise out of me so i would hit you didn’t you?”
dan nodded. “i’ve wanted you to hit me for so long, slap me, punch me, whip me, please!”
phil found it almost scarily easy to become so dominant, so aggressive. he just couldn’t help it. dan was looking up at him with those pretty brown eyes of his, and all phil wanted to do was fucking ruin his innocent demeanor.
“oh my god dan you’re such a little slut. you’re already hard,” phil trailed his hand up his thigh and brushed his fingers lightly against dan’s bulge, making his breath hitch. “i barely even hit you, but all you want is more.”
“hit me, daddy. please mark me up, make me bleed,” dan whined. there was nothing that he loved more than phil hitting him. he wanted phil to find his dom headspace, where all of his energy was focused on using and abusing dan. he couldn’t get enough of it; the pain felt so, so good. the crack of the belt against his skin, the sting of the paddle, the pull of the clamps, all of it. he had gotten off in the shower many times to the thought of phil hitting him til bruises bloomed on his flesh and blood speckled his skin.
“oh baby, you’re going to love what’s coming.” phil trailed his finger down the milky expanse of dan’s neck, down over his collarbone, chest, and stomach, imagining how beautifully the dark bruises and scarlet blood would contrast against his pale skin.
dan whimpered. “sir please. i know you want to hit me, leave marks everywhere. abuse me. please?” he asked, looking up through his eyelashes at phil, trying to convince him. he needed this so badly. he and phil had lovely sex all the time, but lately it was just sweet, vanilla stuff with whispered “i love you’s” and soft sounds, and dan was craving more. he wanted, no, needed, this, needed to be put in his place by phil, by his master.
phil stood up. “downstairs. my room. clothes off, against the wall. now.”
dan nodded excitedly and lifted himself out of his chair, but phil put his hand around dans neck and squeezed roughly and pushed him back down. “i swear to fucking god, if you touch yourself, i will flog you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
dan made a soft sound in his throat and choked out a “yes sir” with what little breath he had left.
“good boy. now go.”
dan immediately shot up and scampered downstairs, phil’s eyes following his sweet little baby’s ass as he left the room.
dan raced downstairs and entered phils room, quickly stripping and standing with his front towards the wall, his legs spread apart and his hands on the wall above his head, his chest rising and falling quickly in anticipation. a few minutes later he heard footsteps entering the room along with the sound of something else, possibly metallic.
“wow you finally managed to be a good little whore, i’m surprised,” phil said.
dan nodded, and turned his head to the side in hopes of seeing what phil had brought in, but he instead received and harsh slap on his ass, making dan rock forward and then push back for more.
“princess, be patient or ill just leave you like this, hard and pathetic,” phil growled in dan’s ear, turning him around away from the wall. dan looked slightly confused, as phil had told him to be at the wall, but didn’t have much time to think as phil’s fist came sailing towards his jaw. the impact made dan’s teeth clack together and he stumbled onto the ground from the surprise.
“yes sir, sorry sir,” dan replied, bringing his hand up to cup his jaw.
“get the fuck up, you stupid whore,” phil growled, pushing his hand into dan’s hair and yanking him up by his brown locks.
dan winced as phil pulled his hair, and scrambled to his feet.
“get in position you bitch, now.”
dan turned around and spread his legs again, straightening his posture and breathing in deep.
then he opened his mouth in a scream as he felt a sharp metal object hit the skin of his back.
“you answer me loud and clear or else i’ll gag you okay? here are the rules. since i am such a nice master, i’m giving you the pain you so desperately hope for. i will be using two objects to hit you, the first the leather part of the belt, the second is the buckle of the belt. i will be giving you twenty of the first and five of the second, and then fuck you if i feel like you deserve it. you will stay in this position until i say so. if you fall or move, i’ll not let you come for a month, got it?” phil asked.
“yes daddy,” dan answered, biting his lip in anticipation.
“color, baby?” phil inquired, suddenly turning soft and loving, making sure he did in fact have the okay from dan.
“green, daddy, please just get on with it!” dan whined, arching his back.
phil answered with a sharp slap to dan’s ass, jumping back into his dominant headspace, and slammed dan’s head into the wall. “don’t fucking tell me what to do.”
dan groaned and then smiled as he felt blood start to drip from his nose and down onto his chest. he was so hard already it hurt and his cock was blurting precome onto the floor.
“now, i’m going to fit you with a ball gag so the neighbors won’t hear your slutty moans okay?” phil growled.
phil went over to his pile of toys and picked out the gag, which had a nice black strap and a bright red ball in the middle, and brought it over to dan. “look at me.”
dan turned his head towards phil, meeting his bright blue eyes that were filled with lust. phil leaned in and pressed his mouth to dan’s, kissing him roughly right from the start. their mouths melded together, teeth clacking and lips bruising. phil swiped his tongue on dan’s soft bottom lip and dan immediately opened, a soft whine erupting low in his throat. suddenly, phil pulled back and slapped him roughly again, making dan pant even harder. phil pushed the ball in between dan’s pretty pink lips and pulled the strap around his head, pulling it tight.
dan nodded, and phil pressed a soft kiss to dans nose, then turned away and grabbed the brown leather belt from his dresser.
“you ready, whore?” phil asked dan, as he took his place behind him.
dan nodded and moaned low in his throat, trying to say ‘please’ but only managed to let out a garbled plea.
phil smirked and wrapped the belt around his hand for a better grip, then pulled his arm back and whipped it forward, the leather hitting dan’s pale back, forcing a shriek from dans mouth. phil grinned sadistically at the bright pink mark that was already forming on dan’s back.
every hit that phil delivered made dan’s muscles tighten up and a small moan leave his mouth, but not once did he move from his position. phil was on the last hit with the leather, and this one was the hardest, the sound of the belt hitting skin was deliciously loud and dan’s muffled moans were even better.
phil stepped back and looked at his handiwork, dan’s back scored with red marks, some had purple bruises beginning to form on the outside. dan’s breathing was heavy and ragged and his cock was constantly dripping precome now.
dan could feel his hot breath bounce off the wall and the pain dancing up and down his back was warm and stinging.
the belt buckle was a relatively new torture weapon to dan, and completely new to phil. back then, with dan’s previous partner, he was scared of the metal, the blood it pulled out, the way it stung for days afterwards. but now? now he wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything, besides of course phil’s cock.
dan turned his head to the side and tried to say something, but his effort was unsuccessful.
“what was that, slut?” phil asked, walking to dan and facing him. dan tried once again to speak, but it came out muffled and incoherent. phil tugged the ball gag down and gripped dan’s chin. “what is it, whore?”
“d-daddy,” dan stammered, his voice shaky, “feels so good, want to bruise, want to bleed, please daddy more, more, want your cock too, i’m so hard, please!”
phil chuckled. “so impatient, so greedy. beg for it, you fucking cockslut.”
“daddy oh god please hit me more twenty isn’t enough! i want more, please. ruin me, mark me, abuse me, i need it! i want it, please sir,” dan begged, his voice dripping with desperation, his only thought was the metal glinting at the end of the belt still wrapped around phil’s hand.
phil sighed. “disappointing, thought you could do better. guess you just are a dumb whore.”
he stepped back and flipped the belt around so that the metal was dragging on the ground. phil had never been so aroused in his entire life, looking at his little cockslut in front of him, wrecked. but not wrecked enough, phil thought.
dan didn’t feel or hear anything for a feel seconds and was concerned that phil had left, when he felt the metal connecting with his skin. his mouth opened in a scream, the cold buckle pulling away before he could catch his breath. the pain shot through his body and his knees buckled, his head dipping low between his shoulders.
“ah, ah, remember whore, if you don’t stay in position you will get a punishment, and not one that your slutty little body will enjoy.” phil reprimanded, pulling the buckle back to him to prepare for another shot.
the buckle hit dan’s back again and another moan/scream ripped from his throat. he felt the warm blood from the harsh hit run down his back and he moaned again loudly despite the gag.
phil once again approached dan and pulled down the gag, whispering in his ear. “i want to hear your loud, whorish moans as i hit you, okay?”
“yes sir,” dan groaned, finally able to talk.
“good boy, such a good, slutty, princess for me.”
dan whined at the praise and arched his back, asking phil silently to hit him again.
phil grinned and complied, making the metal kiss dan’s skin again, and dan tipped his head back and screamed, the pain feeling better than any vibrator or other toy he had ever felt.
again and again the metal hit dans skin, and again and again dan screamed and moaned until his voice was hoarse. the last hit again was the worst, phil bringing down the buckle harder than ever before, opening up a bright red gash on dans back, blood pressing to the surface instantly. dan came instantly as the metal hit, unable to hold it in any longer, the pain just felt so overwhelmingly good.
phil looked at dan, his back painted with bright reds and purples and cum dripping slowly down his leg, and phil had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. it was his first time abusing dan like that, and phil loved it more than he cared to admit.
phil’s study was broken by a low whine from dan who was still in position and phil rushed to his side.
“don’t worry baby, it’s okay you did so good, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” phil asked gently, turning dan to face him.
dan’s face was a mess of tears and a bit of blood from his nose, and he looked absolutely exhausted. he still was breathing heavily and he looked up at phil with half-lidded eyes. “hurts,” he said softly.
“c'mere, love, can you make it to the bathroom?” phil asked gently, placing his hands on both sides of dans face.
dan nodded sleepily, his eyes drifting close as phil wraps his arm around his waist.
“i’m sorry baby, you have to stay awake just a bit more so we can get you taken care of, okay?” phil said, looking at dan to make sure he opened his eyes.
dan simply nodded again and they made their way slowly to the bathroom. when they got there, phil sat dan on the closed toilet seat while he began to fill the tub with water, not adding any bath bombs or bubbles as it might sting dan’s back. every so often he would turn around to make sure dan stayed awake, and to his credit, dan was trying.
phil stood from his position kneeling by the tub and went to leave, but he heard dan whine and turned around to see him making grabby hands at phil.
“i’ll be right back love. i have to go get some stuff for your back okay?” phil asked him.
“okay,” dan replied, all his energy spent.
phil smiles and kisses his curly hair before turning again and exiting the room.
he came back with some pain medication, salve, and gel to sterilize and soothe the marks. he set them on the counter and went over to dan to pick him up and help him to the bath. as dan sunk into the steamy water, he winced at the burn.
“do you want me to stay out here, princess?”
“yes daddy,” dan said quietly, but reached his hand out to phil, who grabbed it and began stroking his arm lightly.
“daddy?” dans soft voice carried to phil.
“can we do that again?”
this is a lot longer than i thought it would be? also constructive criticism is always welcome as i’m new to writing
Tumblr won’t let me add a picture and I’m kinda pissed…. JK fixed it
I wake in the morning feeling like train wreck. When I
stumble into the bathroom I’m surprised to see that I can see out of both of my
eyes, though one is completely black and purple. The swelling has seemed to go
down quite a bit from when I went to bed and I breathe a sigh of relief. Not
that I have anyone to look good for, but I don’t exactly want to be scared to
look in the mirror every day.
the hot water from my shower wash off the remaining dried blood and I’ll admit,
a few tears from last night. Nathan had been all over me like a mother hen,
insisting that he stay the night in case something happened and when I in turn
asked him what he thought could possibly happen he couldn’t think of a
scenario. So Rian has shooed both him and Jake off before they could even walk
inside the front door. She had been able to convince me to stay at my parent’s
house with her, saying that she wanted to keep an eye on me but I really knew
it was because she didn’t like staying in the house on her own. Our parents
weren’t due to come home from their anniversary cruise until next week Monday
and it was only Wednesday.
myself, careful when I pull my shirt on to not rip my stitches and make my way
downstairs. Rian is already up and about to go out the door to head to school.
going to wake you, but thought better,” she says and eyes my face. “Balance the
black on your other eye and you could make a good living as a hooker.” She
smirks at me.
her a filthy look. “Don’t you have to be somewhere?” I huff back at her, making
my way into the kitchen.
actually. But I wanted to see your face when I tell you this,” she says following
after me and I frown at her.
me what?” I ask slowly.
you’re an internet meme now,” she looks overly happy and I tense.
I ask, my voice much louder than I intended.
at the game took a picture of the jumbrotron and you giving a thumbs up with a
mangled face. Now people are posting those pictures with the clinche caption of
how tough hockey fans are and all that,” she rolls her eyes and I relax.
then that’s not so bad,” I say and dig through the cupboards for something to
also might want to check your phone,” Rian adds, a devilish grin on her face
when I turn to look at her. “See you later,” she says and skips out the door.
after her a moment and then make a mad dash to my coat hanging in the hallway
where my phone is still resting. Swiping the screen on my stomach drops,
there’s over five hundred notifications from all my social media apps and text
can people possibly know who I am? I got hit in the face with a puck!” I yell
out loud into the empty house. Groaning, I start going through the follow
requests and mentions, getting annoyed after thirty seconds and just changing
my settings to that anyone can follow me instead. That takes away over three
hundred of the notifications.
through the messages I ignore most of them from people I haven’t talked to in
months. Both Jake and Nathan texted me this morning asking how I feel and I
respond to them and them only. None of my friends that don’t watch hockey
haven’t said a single thing to me so I know that it’s not as big a deal as Rian
made it sound like.
my phone and get set on my bowl of cereal and think about what I’m going to do
today. Working as an editor for a publishing company, I’m able to work from
home most days and today will be no different. Cleaning up after myself I get
my car keys and head back to my apartment downtown. I keep my hat down low on
my head when I sneak into my favorite coffee shop and no one gives me a second
glance. I hurry across the street to my apartment and breathe a sigh of relief
when I get into the elevator.
waiting for me at the door, meowing like she’s been starved to death. I fill
her bowl that wasn’t even empty while she preys on my foot, thinking she’s the
almighty queen of the apartment. I force myself to walk into my home office,
the stack of manuscripts on my desk is intimidating and I grimace as I sit down
and pull on my glasses carefully. Before the headache can even have a chance to
start, I reach into the desk drawer and down a few pain meds. Always good to be
hours later a ding on my phone nearly makes me fall out of my seat. I place the
highlighter and pen on to the desk beside the thriller manuscript I had been
pouring over all morning, yellow and red marks all over the sheet glare up at
me. Picking up my phone I see a message from Rian.
Half day today. Ready for pizza?
I glance at the clock and
cringe at the time.
Give me fifteen minutes
Another manuscript get the
better of you?
See you in a few
I scramble from my chair,
Kota startles and sprints across the room sending toys and papers alike
scattering across the floor. Giggling, I make my way into my room and strip
down from my comfy clothes and into something that makes me look a little less
homeless. I catch a glance of myself in the mirror and groan.
Having forgotten the black eye and
angry red stitches, I reach for another ball cap and pull the bill down as far
as I can. It doesn’t help much but I don’t dare to even try and put makeup over
it. Maybe we can get a table in the back corner.
Rian in the parking lot and to my dismay the place looks packed.
are there so many people here? Don’t they have jobs?” I grumble and Rian
have a job and you’re here,” she smirks at me, her eyes traveling to my bruised
cheek. “Not gonna lie, you look pretty badass in your whole ensemble.” She
gestures with her hands to the rest of my outfit and I realize that I put on
all black, even my coat. “I’m loving the whole dark energy thing.”
my eyes at her and push her through the front door. While there are a lot of
cars in the parking lot, there are still several empty tables and I’m grateful
when the hostess leads us to one in a secluded corner. I pick up the menu
although I don’t know why, I get the same thing every time I’m here. Rian does
the same thing and we laugh at each other.
when dad used to take us here when mom would go out of town. Literally every
night she was gone this was our dinner,” she smiles down at her menu, tracing
the restaurants logo that sits in the top right corner.
I do,” I smile as the memories as well. “Carson and Logan annoying us to death
with their spit ball wars.”
them, I hate that their camp is two weeks long. When I went it was only a
week,” she pouts and I have to laugh.
thought the same thing when you went, they will be back soon. And then you’ll
be calling me begging to come over so you can get away from the twelve year old
devils,” I say and she nods.
but I still miss them. The house feels so empty without them and mom and dad gone. I might go insane
before Monday,” she replies, tracing her finger along the condensation on her
glass of lemonade.
when I was home alone like you, I loved it. No one to annoy me or take my
things without asking.” Rian scowls at me for that one. “It was nice, but I
loved it even more when you all came home,” I add and wink at her, she softens
guess that’s the difference between you and I. You’re Miss. Independent and I’m
the exact opposite. I don’t think I could live alone like you do, work at home
like you do… I wouldn’t be able to function.”
Kota,” I argue and she gives me a look. “Hey! She’s a person too, just because
she can’t talk doesn’t mean she doesn’t have feelings.”
God, my sister is already a crazy cat lady,” Rian says, rubbing her face with
her hands and I roll my eyes. Her eyes dart to the side of me and widen
are you looking at?” I ask her, preparing to turn around when she shakes her
thought for a moment I left my straightener on at home,” she says, busying
herself with her lemonade.
her blonde locks, perfect spiral curls going every direction. “Funny your
straightener would be on when you wouldn’t have used it.” I quirk an eyebrow at
her as her cheeks flush. Lucky for her, the waitress arrives again to take our
the waitress leaves I forget about the straightener and excuse myself to the
bathroom. I keep my head low as I pass by the booths and tables, both when I
head towards the bathroom and when I’m returning. I glance up to make sure I’m
in the right line of booths when I notice that Rian traded seats with me.
are you doing?” I ask her, pausing at the side of the table and eyeing her.
wanted to watch the T.V,” she says nonchalantly, sipping her beverage though
she never looks at me.
down slowly, still eyeing her. “You don’t like UFC fighting…” I say and she
then maybe I thought you would enjoy the view sitting there,” she whispers, a
smirk playing on her lips as she glances down from the T.V for only a second.
are you talking about?” I ask and lift my eyes to gaze around, I don’t see a
single T.V and the decorations are just that, decorations. It isn’t until I
lower my eyes to the large table beside us do I realize what she meant. Oh God. I pull the hat down even lower
and drop my eyes back to my empty plate. “Rian, switch back with me,” I plead
in a whisper.
Rian responds, not bothering to look down from the T.V again. “I’m good here.”
I swear to God if you don’t switch with me right now-“
What are you going to do?”
snorts a laugh. “No you won’t, I haven’t seen you cry since we watched Marley
and Me six years ago.”
and dare to peek up at the table to my left. Big mistake. My eyes meet those
blue ones again and I shiver. A smile flashes across his face before he looks
back at one of his teammates.
what did you see?” Rian asks, trying and failing to keep the smile off her face
and I aim a nice kick to the shins under the table. She jerks in her seat,
hitting the table with her arm and causing the whole thing to tremble. Another
mistake. I can feel the eyes of the table beside us.
hate when you do that!” She snaps, rubbing her leg with her hand and glaring at
her my biggest smile and flutter my eyelashes. “Do what?” I ask.
throws another look my way before our waitress returns with our pizza. All
fighting is set aside as we devour the pizza with our eyes, still too warm to
have four slices a piece and I lean back in my seat when I finally gulp down my
last bite. I let out a satisfied sigh and wish nothing more than to take a nap
my eyes to say something to Rian but my attention is caught once again to the
other table. Will is immersed in the plate before him, shoveling food into his
mouth like he hasn’t eaten in a week. A faint smile pulls at my lips I continue
to watch him, he doesn’t seem to notice until an arm nudges his side and when I
look over at who the arm belongs to, I meet the eyes of another player, Morgan
Rielly. He nods at me before I can look away and when Will looks in my
direction I flush crimson and stare at my glass. Mortified.
think I’m going to go the bathroom,” Rian says, oblivious to what just happened
and I give her panicked look.
No, don’t leave me here alone!” I whisper quickly and she looks at me like I’m
be fine,” she says and slides out of her booth.
no!” I say, willing her to sit back down. She gives me one last confused look
and walks past me towards the other side of the restaurant where the bathrooms
are. “I have no sister!” I whisper and I think I see a faint hint of a smile
before she’s out of my view.
back in my seat so I’m once again facing my empty plate, I try very hard to
regulate my breathing. I can hear the faint conversation of the boys at the
next table and I reach for my phone. My only distraction. I scroll for a moment
until I feel the gaze to my left again. Pressing my lips together I tense, I
can just barely see him to the side, my eyes still focused on the screen though
I’m not reading a single thing. I see him stand slowly and say something to
Oh no. Please no. Will takes a step
towards me and I stop breathing. I keep my eyes down even when he reaches the
side of my table, his gaze hot on my face and I know I’m the color of the
cherry red booth I’m sitting on.
if I sit for a moment?” Will asks and I open my mouth to answer but nothing
comes out. I can’t even look at him. Instead I slowly nod my head and put my
phone down on the table.
moves into the booth and my eyes go his hands folded in front of him on the
the head?” He asks and finally I’m able to look up.
okay,” I answer, searching his face for the other question that he seems to be
holding back on.
it doesn’t look too bad,” he says, his eyes trailing up and down the side of my
“Too bad?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
didn’t mean it like that!” He says hurriedly. “I mean that I figured your eye
would be pretty much swollen shut is all.” Will smiles at me and I just stare
are you doing here?” I ask him after a moment and he frowns. “Didn’t think
pizza was exactly the meal a hockey player has the night before a game.”
eyes dart back and forth between mine, fumbling for an answer. “Because you
said you would be here.” He says finally and I’m floored by his honesty.
asked your sister last night if you could come here today,” he says slowly and
I remember the elevator ride.
you wanted to check up on me?” I ask, raising an eyebrow and he blushes. I hate
how adorable it looks.
Is all he says and we sit in silence for another few seconds.
that was it?” I ask again, pulling my glass closer to me and trailing my
fingers along the lip slowly, concentrating on the shapes instead of his face.
watches for another few seconds, not looking up at me when he answers. “Maybe
what else could there possibly be?”
hesitates again and fidgets slightly in his seat. I make him nervous. “I kinda
wanted to make it up to you, somehow,” he finally says and I halt my finger on
my glass, my eyes flashing to his.
I ask dumbly.
can I do to make it up to you?” He asks and his blue eyes overwhelm my own and
I have no idea what to say.
you what,” he says after a beat. “I’ll give you my number, and when you think
of something. You let me know.” Without waiting for a response, he reaches
across the table and grabs my phone. When he sees that he needs a passcode to
unlock it, he reaches back across for my hand. He gently slides my hand across
the table, pressing my thumb to the home button and I let him. Will opens my
contacts and adds his own in before sliding it back across the table to me.
you let me know sooner rather than later,” he whispers, slowly sliding out of
the booth just as my sister reappears in the corner of my eye. Will smiles at
her and nods before flashing his eyes back to me, winking before he turns and
returns to his own table where several of his teammates are staring.
several times and finally let out the breath I didn’t realize I had been
holding. Rian sits back down across from me, pressing her lips together.
what did I miss?” She asks after a moment and I laugh.
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240. Sirius is not allowed to provide the commentary for the Quidditch matches. Ever.
A/N: Dedicated to Anon. You know who you are.
“Welcome to the 187th
Annual Quidditch Match!”
“Oh, I regret this
already,” Minerva McGonagall muttered under her breath before speaking louder, “Mr.
Black, we do not number our matches that way.”
“Well, we should,”
Sirius Black responded quickly, “It would be much easier to keep track of them.”
“I think the system we’re
using now works just fine,” she replied dryly.
With a nod and a wink,
Sirius said, “Ah, I see. Using the ol’ ‘if it’s not broke, don’t fix it’ mindset.
I get it. Change is hard.”
looked up at the sky, as though she were sending a quick word to any deity that
may be listening above and said, “Mr. Black, when I told you you could fill in
for Mr. Harper to do the Quidditch Commentary, you promised me you would behave
“Did I?” Sirius asked
With a glare from his
professor, Sirius rolled his eyes, “Yes, Professor. I promise.”
Despite the fact that
she felt that should would soon come to regret this, she nodded her head once,
indicating that Sirius could start the commentary for the match.
immediately called out, “Good morning Hogwarts!”
“It’s 2 in the
afternoon,” Professor McGonagall interrupted.
Ignoring her, Sirius
continued, “Welcome to our first game of the season.”
“This is our fourth
game,” McGonagall corrected.
“On one side, we have
the voluptuous, talented, and very courageous GRYFFINDORS!”
Cheers erupted from
the audience as the Gryffindor Quidditch team flew out on their brooms onto the
“On the other side, we
have the brilliant, stone-cold, and creative RAVENCLAWS!”
Cheers that matched
the same volume from before went out for this other team.
“Let the battle BEGIN!”
“It’s – it’s not a
battle,” McGonagall sighed, wondering if she should have brought a flask just
to get through this game with Sirius at her side.
“And the balls have
been let out,” Sirius said, watching as the two bludgers escaped from the box
they were being tied down in and the snitch flirted with the team’s seekers
before flying out of sight, “Oh boy, watch out for those two black balls. They
look like they mean business.”
The coach stepped out
on the field and lifted the quaffle out of its place, quietly lecturing the
players about a nice, fair game before blowing her whistle and throwing the
ball into the air.
“And the quootle has
been set free!”
“It’s the quaffle,”
McGonagall corrected him.
“And we’ve got Kelly
from Ravenclaw who got a hold of the quootle and is racing away on her broom.”
“Mr. Black, it’s
called the quaffle,” McGonagall corrected a second time.
“Kelly’s passing the
quootle to Rick. Then back to her. Then back to him. Then back to – whoa.
Anyone else feeling a little dizzy here? Surely there’s got to be a better way
than just – WHOA! Rick threw the ball and got in into the little circle thing.
Too bad, so sad for those Gryffindors. Cause it looks like Ravenclaw has just
gotten themselves 15 points.”
“No,” McGonagall said
with a deep breath, “It’s 10 points. Only 10.”
“Yeah, but I thought
that their cool maneuvering deserved a couple of extra points.”
“That’s not how the
game works,” she answered sharply, “you told me you understood the rules of the
game, Mr. Black, are you telling me that you have no idea what you’re doing?”
Sirius scoffed, “Of
course I know what I’m doing. I live in a dorm with James. Do you honestly
believe that James wouldn’t lecture all of us about the rules of Quidditch?
Speaking of which,” Sirius jumped up and waved his hand frantically at the
players, “HI JAMES! HEY! LOOK AT ME!”
James waved his arm in
a ‘go away’ motion before he dived down on his broom, knocking the quaffle out
of a Ravenclaw’s hand and racing to put it in his owl goal.
Sirius tutted, clearly
not pleased that his friend was ignoring him, “So rude. You’d think he’d take
one small moment to say hello. But no.
Instead he puts all of his attention on that dang quootle. Shows you what he
thinks is most important.”
“Ten points to
Gryffindor,” McGonagall spoke into the microphone as James threw the quaffle
into the pitch and earned their team their first 10 points.
“Oh no, after that
rude treatment he just gave me? I say we take away 20 points from Gryffindor.
Start them in the negative,” Sirius insisted.
Rolling her eyes,
McGonagall answered, “You can’t just take
away points from the teams.”
“Sure I can.”
“No, I assure you that
“Well, fine,” Sirius
answered with a huff, “Then I’ll just give Ravenclaw an additional 20 points.”
“You can’t do that
either,” she said, pausing as the Ravenclaws scored a second time (they really
needed a new keeper), “We can give 10 points to Ravenclaw because they just
scored, but that’s it.”
“Ugh, fine,” Sirius
answered despondently, waving his hand as though that was going to add points.
McGonagall grabbed the
scoring sheet, deciding it would be best if she just did it herself.
“And Roger picks up
the quootle and passes it to the gorgeous Kelly,” Sirius continued, pausing for
a moment to add, “mm – I wouldn’t
mind going out with her, have you seen her? She is gorgeous. Stone-cold yes,
“Mr. Black – “
Sirius interrupted her,
“I’m just adding a little intrigue to the commentary professor. No harm done.
Kelly passes the quootle to Rick, who throws it back to Roger, then –
INTERCEPTED BY AMELIA! Damn woman. You are looking fine out there.”
“Mr. Black, stop objectifying
the female players.”
“Would it make you
feel better if I objectified the male players as well?” he asked sweetly, “Amelia
passes to Gerry, who is looking scrumptious in that Quidditch uniform. Can I
hear a hell yeah from the audience if
Sirius looked mighty
pleased with himself when a sizeable chunk of fans yelled back, “Hell yeah.”
“Gerry passes it back
to Amelia who goes in for the steal and YES! She makes it in past the Guarder
of the posts! Should’ve thought twice before going against Gryffindor, Marian!”
Marian, the Ravenclaw
Keeper, answered back with a crude gesture.
“Alright, now where is
that quootle,” Sirius spoke thoughtlessly as he searched the field for the red
ball, “Ah, there it is, and – WHOA! That black ball almost knocked Adrian off
his broom! Isn’t someone gonna do something about that?”
“It’s the bludger,
Black,” McGonagall replied exasperatedly, “It’s supposed to do that. And
another 10 points for Gryffindor.”
“The blooder?” Sirius
“BLUD-GER. 10 points
Snapping his fingers
together in an ‘ah-ha’ movement, he said, “Ah, yes, I know the ball you’re
talking about. The blooger. Very nasty ball. Probably invented by a couple of
Slytherins hell bent on making children suffer.”
“Mr. Black – “
“I’m just saying,”
Sirius answered back, with his hands raised in a defensive position, “If they
weren’t so aggressive, Adrian wouldn’t have to be running away from one.”
“He’s not running
away,” McGonagall said, tugging on the microphone, “He’s seen the snitch!”
Sirius tugged the
microphone back, “The snatch? Hey! Hey everyone! Stop what you’re doing! Adrian’s
gonna get the snatch!”
McGonagall yelled into the microphone, throwing her hands up into the air when
we couldn’t grab it out of Sirius’ grasp.
“He’s gonna get it!
Any second now. He’s weaving and bobbing and doing much better than Steven with
his ugly face.”
“Mr. Black, don’t
insult the other players,” McGonagall said on reflex, sitting at the edge of
her seat as she watched the two players race for the snitch.
“It’s true,” Sirius
answered unapologetically, “His face looks like it caved in on itself. HEY! Do
you think that he got hit in the face with a blooger as a child? Repeatedly?”
“10 points to
Ravenclaw,” the professor shouted out.
“Anyway, I’m rooting
for Adrian to get the ball. His face is slightly less off-putting. In fact I
think he’s going to get the ball … now. No, wait… now. Riiiight now!
Okay, okay, 1 – 2 – 3 – NOW!”
“Black! You will stop
that right now!” McGonagall ordered him, before adding on, “10 points to
“He’s reaching – he’s
reaching … and … yes! Adrian has got the snatch! 10,000 points to
yelled, changing the score, “Gryffindor wins, 180 to 40!”
“Hot damn Gryffindor,”
Sirius said, letting out a whoop, “Bet you Ravenclaws wish you would’ve stayed
in your beds this morning, huh?”
enough, hand me the microphone,” McGonagall demanded, holding out her hand for
Sirius to comply.
Sirius did with a smile
and asked, “This was fun, Professor. We should do this every time.”
with a swift and resounding, “No.”
Cosplay progress update: So, I am MOSTLY not doing any new costumes for Sakura Con. However, I didn’t have anything suitable for the Masquerade Ball, and I had all this extra red and black fabric…so now I have Sith Princess Leia. Going to make a black belt to go with this (possibly painted with Sith text in red), and I have already made the pieces of a quick-and-dirty foam necklace in black and gold. @punsbulletsandpointythings, we are going to be the best evil Star Wars twins.
Carlos from descendants imagine? Shy kid at Auradon with powers bumps into the villains and when she thinks they’re going to yell at her like everyone else does (because they bully her) she cowers before they can open there mouths, squeaks a ‘sorry’ and runs off. Carlos gets curious and then whatever you want to happens
You walked down the hall as quickly as you could, keeping your head down and trying to draw as little attention to yourself as you could. Just get to your next class (Y/N), you told yourself. Just get to class with no problems and you’ll be fine.
You were so busy trying to keep your head down, that you didn’t notice the group from the Isle of the Lost coming down the hall and you smacked right into the biggest one.
You shrank away from them and squeaked out a quick “sorry” before running off.
“What’s with her?” Carlos asked.
“I don’t know. She seemed even more afraid of us than most people. When she ran into Jay she looked at us like we were going to tear her limb from limb,” Evie said, watching your retreating form disappear around the corner.
“I bet Doug would know,” Mal said. “We should ask him.”
They found Dopey’s son after lunch.
“Hey Doug,” Carlos said. “Who’s the girl with the (H/L) (H/C) hair and the (E/C) eyes?”
Doug thought for a moment. “Does she look like she’s afraid of everyone?”
“Yeah that’s Rapunzel’s daughter.”
“Why is she so scared of everyone?” Evie asked.
Doug sighed. “She has powers.”
“So?” Mal asked. “Fairy Godmother had powers and I do too.”
Doug shook his head. “Not like yours. She has healing powers like her mom, but she also has control over fire, water, earth, and air. Everyone’s kind of freaked out by her, so they make fun of her. They tell her that she’s always in the way and they call her a freak. “
“That’s so sad,” Evie said. “Aren’t these people supposed to be the good guys?”
“Yes, but they react poorly to change and people who are different. I’m friends with her, but I’m the only one,” Doug said sadly. “She’s the nicest person I’ve ever met and she cares so much about everyone, despite the fact that they’re horrible to her.”
“Hey Doug!” came a voice from down the hall. Everyone turned to see you waving at your friend, but when you saw the villains’ kids, your face paled and you turned around.
Doug ran down the hall after you and gently grabbed your arm. “(Y/N), please come meet these guys. They’re nice, I promise.”
You looked at them. They all looked really intimidating except for the one dressed in red, white, and black. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, peering around the big one.
Doug dragged you back to the group of people and introduced you. The big one was Jay, the one with the purple hair was Mal, the one with the blue hair was Evie, and the one with the white hair was Carlos.
Doug was right. They were really nice. And they all thought your control over the elements was awesome and Evie wouldn’t shut up about your healing ability.
Over the next few days, you hung out more with the kids from the Isle of the Lost. They were really fun to hang out with, and you had started to develop a crush on Carlos. He was funny and sweet and you liked spending time with him most of all.
One day, you were in the library bent over one of your textbooks, trying to figure out the equation that you had been assigned. You got so annoyed and frustrated that the air around you began to swirl and churn without you realizing it.
“Hey look,” you heard from across the library. “The freak is freaking again.”
You felt the tips of your fingers begin to heat up and you clenched your fists, trying to calm yourself down.
A hand touched your shoulder, squeezing it gently. Carlos sat down across from you. “Don’t listen to them (Y/N),” he said firmly. “You aren’t a freak.”
You laughed drily. “Sure.”
“No, I’m serious,” he said. “You’re awesome. It’s so cool that you can do what you do.”
“Really? You’re not just saying that?”
He nodded. “I mean it! Well, I also kind of have a crush on you.”
You smiled. “Really?”
He nodded and grabbed your hand from where it was laying on the table. “Really. You’re gorgeous and you’re nice and I don’t know why no one can see that.”